All Over Your Hands, and Sweet Face

Chester stoked around with the poker trying to rouse new life from the tiny embers. The orange glow across his freshly shaven face made him look half demonic. the shadows danced and played in his dark eyes and wrinkled brow. 'She means to take everything Brian, everything-damned-thing.' His eyes passed through Brian and focused on the ancient Grecian statue that stood on the opposite bookshelf. He thought to himself that the Greek goddess was mocking him in this agony. She was probably right in doing so. 'Well I do feel for you, but I think we all know you had this coming. You've clowned around for far too long and now the chickens have come home to roost. You have sunk to new lows my four fingered friend.' Chester stood in disbelief and pondered his friends cold words. Some god damned friend Brian had turned out to be. Just when Chester needed him most, Brian was there to kick him in the neck. If there was any humility left in the room it had just gone out with the flames, vanished along with the deep smoke.